Have I Told You Lately novel Chapter 143

After dinner, Rachel followed Osmond and drove back to his home to bring his child’s daily necessities.

Although what happened tonight surprised her a bit, she had made herself clear, so she relaxed much and was able to face him with an open heart.

The car was running on the road, the darkness thickened outside the window.

Rachel followed Osmond’s car closely. Her mobile’s screen lighted up and vibrated.

She drove still, gave a blank glance at it, and then brought her sight back on the road forward. It seemed like she won’t pick up the phone.

But a dozen seconds later, she picked up the phone with one hand.

“Kenneth, are you expecting me to block you again?” she said in annoyance.

“I’m not bothering you during office hours. Why can’t you answer my phone after your work time?” the man said with a calm tone. There was no hint of questioning, but his dissatisfaction could be felt clearly in such voice.

Rachel laughed, “I don’t want to pick up. Do I need to give you a reason for that?”

“I’m driving. Are you sure to go on?” she shut him up in case that she would be so angry with him that lost control and took the brake as the gas pedal.

The line was quiet for a few seconds, then came Kenneth’s calm deep voice, “Well, I’ll call back later. Drive carefully. But you shouldn’t drive out by yourself from now. If you are afraid of inconvenience, I’ll let Maurice drive you to and from work.”

Rachel held on to the wheel tightly, her lips pressed together suddenly, her eyes twinkled with mixed feelings in the light of the lamp ahead.

She knew he was caring for her, but she said in a cold voice as usual, “No need for this. I can’t afford an all-day bodyguard and I don’t need you to hire one.

“Ra…”

“Beep—”

Rachel didn’t know how to respond to his request for help, so she sounded the horn to stop his words.

Sure enough, Kenneth didn’t go on with it. “Be careful. Call me when you’re back home.”

Rachel didn’t speak. Her mouth kept tightened until the phone was hung up by the other one.

After packing in Osmond’s house, Rachel drove back home with Monica alone. The little girl behaved well and followed her quietly.

It was not too late when she arrived home. Theresa was stunned a bit when she saw Monica, “She...”

Rachel put down her handbag, changed to another pair of shoes. “Osmond’s been busy, so I look after Monica for him for some time,” she explained.

Theresa was thinking about something. She frowned but said nothing.

“Why are you still up?”

“I just chat with your dad,” Theresa said. She touched Monica’s hand gently.

Rachel blinked in surprise, “How come he is in such good spirits?”

After a period of rest and recuperation, Chapman spoke more and more fluently, though his body had not yet recovered. However, now he talked less. Rachel seldom saw him be talkative like he was before the imprisonment.

“In good spirits?” Theresa shook her head with her eyebrows frowned, and then took Monica’s hand and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Rachel blinked and kept silent for two seconds. She got two cups of water and walked towards them. “Mom, what happened?” she asked.

Theresa gazed at Chapman’s bedroom for a while and said slowly in a low voice, “He didn’t say it out, but I knew what happened to him. He is not in good spirits, rather, he just can’t fall asleep. Something is bothering him.”

Chapman usually was in and out of sleep in the daytime. He talked not much but looked good at a glance. Today, she gave a massage to him, but he was absent-minded, neither slept nor talked, only gazing out of the window.

Rachel looked down at Monica and helped her drink. She looked at Theresa with a subtle change in her eyes and smiled, “Didn’t he tell everything in court? What else could bother his mind? Doesn’t he now stay with you every day? You’re worrying too much.”